the cat who wished to paint

my Thursday afternoon art class. three kids, they have no pets of their own. last week was their first class & i told them that Hobbes (my cat) ┬áLOVES art more than anything. but, last week, they were a bit scared of him, i had to lock him out of the room. yesterday was their…

the colorful philosopher

he perches in the middle of ‘Y’ and looks to the heavens for answers. or maybe he is watching the hawk watching him…

but the sun had already turned the corner…

I had placed this vase of tulips, out of the way, because of little art students arriving for class. when the class was over, the sun had left the room’s window. the sunlight hit a piece of glass i had on my windowsill & reflected the sun into one strong ray of light…that touched only…

books are now antiques?

i’ve seen lots of old books turned into art. does anyone realize that if our power gird is destroyed by a solar storm, terrorism, big ass storm, that our iPads, iPhones, tablets will become…useless? I, for one, will keep my books around because if there is no power, i’d like something to ┬ádo.